-Magic horn is mine, mine, mine! Now all creatures will love the night, and worship goblins as divine.
-You shouldn’t talk like that, Blix.
-Why not? I’ve got the power now.
-Better watch out, old pal Pox, or I’ll turn you into little pork chops.
-Why not turn everything into garbage? A great towering mountain of slop. Wouldn’t that be magic?
-Higher, higher, burning fire, making music like a choir!
-Blix, Blix. Blix!
-What?
-Big D!
-Stop!
-Hear me, you angel of darkness!
